My Son Thanked The Mistress

Summary

The lights were blinding. On stage, my six-year-old son, Asher, clutched his Best Child Actor statuette, thanking everyone.

“First, I have to thank my dad. Without all his hard work and the great life he gives me, I definitely wouldn’t be here today.”

“And next, I have to thank my dearest, dearest Sera-Mom. She doesn’t just teach me how to act, she takes care of me like a real mother.”

“When I get sick, she goes with me to get shots, she gives me my medicine. On-screen and off, she’s the best mom I could ever have!”